Dusty's Christmas

Dusty really loves Christmas!

He knows as soon as the presents start coming in the mail that it's Christmas.

He doesn't react to packages throughout the year containing fabric or other catalogue items.

But when the presents come, he knows.

This year I didn't put them under our little tree, (which I leave up all year), because the shelf below it was full and I was just too tired to move stuff around.

So I just put the presents in my closet.

I put the stockings up about the 21st and he checked them every 15 - 20 minutes to make sure nothing had been put in them.

Also he checked the perimeter, sniffing nose to the ground looking for the presents.

He'd look up on the shelf and see that there were no presents.

You could just see the wheels turning in his little head,

"Where are the presents?" he would ask himself.

Finally on Christmas morning, a few minutes before "Dad" was scheduled to get up,  I retrieved the presents from the closet and wrapped them and put his stocking items in the stocking:

Finally there's something in there!!

I got him some new yam treats he's never had before:

Put a couple in his stocking and gave him one.

He laid down with that treat and savored every single bite!!

Then he jumped up and said,

"Wow!  I got to have me some more of that!!"

And started running around like the happiest doggie in the whole wide world.

He ran to his stocking and could smell there was more in there and he sure did want them and he couldn't wait any longer.

So, I told him to to wake up Dad.

He ran to the bed room, jumped on the bed and squeeked his pink ball in Dad's ear over and over, then ran around some more.

Just like a little kid on Christmas morning!!

Here he is, finally with his stocking,

eating the ever wonderful yam treats!

"OMG!! I can't believe these are soooo good!!"

On to opening the presents:

Here he is checking out the little skunk squeaky toy:

Here he's checking out the moo cow:

The moo cow actually moos and he really likes those kind.

In fact, he doesn't tear out the 'squeakers' on those.

He's had those kind of toys for years that still talk.

In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound off mooing in the living room.

Dusty had gotten up to check his stash.

It was a very Merry Christmas indeed!